Searching for reasons against truth,. withholding blossom against the bloom,. I seek the golden somewhere for me,. who told the prophets where to find,.
Little darling. You are the Queen. And I think of you with nothing but bad intentions. As hard as I try. To make a scene. My efforts seem to go without a mention.
Baby I'm falling. So deep with no word of warning. You do that to me. Yeah, you do that to me.. So first of all I'll strip right down. And show myself for what I really am.
you left out of the bar. into my car and kissed me good night. you got onto your flight. out of my car and into the stars. where she waits for you. on the other side.
this is the point. . where the eye and I don't meet. this is the point. that spells defeat. i have watched your unlove. written like tabloids. i had to stumble on buying my food.
It's a rainy Brooklyn morning. You're a phone number. And six states away. I dialed and found you home. . Your voice comes back. Like the day comes back.
if all you men are making money. offa callin' us bitches then i'll just do it myself. but i'll be making some switches. see eminem will be my faggot bitch for awhile.
There's a helicopter with a search light as big and bright. As a star wars sword about two blocks from here. Where the people are mostly poor. The cops say they don't know who's flying that thing and it's loud.
how do i feel?. its funny you should ask,. i stopped looking then just crashed. and everything shattered, including the light. much never mattered, nothing was right....
it might be rude to scream. but i get so pissed. all your space gets sucked away. becomes their junkyard mist. . the country is shrinking. everyone's breeding.
Cities and love, both relentless and gray. I bawled my eyes out three times yesterday for European strangers and their lunchtime trade.. . I'm a mess for love, I'm dirty from the city. I've been looking around to find warmth in the shitty glares that they give you when they're sooooooo busy living. When they're sooooooo busy living..
Tonight the city's like a Pac man board. I wanna know how many power pellets till I get to your door. All the angled streets and the blinking lights. How many of my clothes on your floor?.
all hail sparkly queen areola. all hail sparkly queen. (repeat as needed). . are you an idiot. my dearest, my love?. are you a double-crossing gomer?.
the overplayed disco song. pumps into the ceiling. where my poached eggs. run over my teeth. it's mother's day. i delve into. the almost creature ovary.
will you miss me my dear. and my wild wiLd hair. . maybe love is underwater. and i am caught on the rocks. i am not your enemy's daughter. i see your mind it blocks.
father wants me. father needs me. father on top of me. father loves me. I lie still. I lie still don't tell my mother. I lie still don't tell my sister.
the blind space of low clouds. the breeze that moves them. over my forehead/third eye. the moon that hangs. half and orange. . your letter sits by my bed.
angels we have heard are high. smoking joints up in the sky. delusions are floating by. paranoias running wild. . ganja. in excess aint dangerous. . angels we have heard are high.
This is the story of Betty and Sue. Two women left their husbands... For each other. (One, two, three and... *laugh*). I was watching opera yesterday.
Drag King Bar. well I was bored with the lesbian scene. I told myself I gotta find another thing. so I strapped on my boots. and I walked down the street.